Frances Sargent Locke Osgood

Hymn To The Virgin

by Frances Sargent Locke Osgood

Mother of the spirit-child!Of the guileless and the meekMournful are thine eyes, but mildWith a beauty from above;Pale, but eloquent with love,Thy youthful brow and cheek!Thou, oh! thou hast known a parent's wasting grief!A suppliant parent kneels, imploring thy relief!

By the pure and solemn joyFilling all thy maiden breast,When the precious heaven-born boy,Glowing with celestial charms,Lay within those virgin armsA bright and wondrous guest!Hear, in mercy, hear the faltering voice of grief!A suppliant mother kneels, imploring thy relief!

By thine anguish in that hour,Hour of wo and dread, when DeathDared to stay the awful power,High, majestic, yet benign;Dared to seal the truths divineWhich dwelt upon his breath!By thy hope, thy trust, thy rapture, and thy grief,Oh! sainted Marie! send this breaking heart relief!

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